LOGINVIONNE’S POVI got out of the bathroom and noticed something. There was a pair of black stilettos. Not just any stilettos, but Christian Louboutin So Kate 120 black patent-leather heels.My mouth almost tore open.I wasn’t done. There was also a delicate Tiffany & Co. diamond pendant and a gold Cartier LOVE bracelet.What’s today again? We’re just going to the hospital, man!Anyways, I didn’t spend two hours as planned in the bathroom. Trust me, I was going to.But my heart kept skipping a beat each time I remembered Maddie. And the text from Darien’s phone? Each time I remembered the text I’d seen on Darien’s phone earlier, my stomach did somersaults. My heartbeat increased by a hundred thousand.And my phone kept buzzing, buzzing, buzzing while I was bathing.To sum it all up, it was the fastest bath I’d ever had.Or probably I was scared because he’d said the punishment wouldn’t be as usual? Why was this man fucking making me lose my mind?When I stepped out of the bathroom, I saw
VIONNE’S POVI concluded. Maddie doesn’t know anything. If Maddie knew, Vionne knows.Back to Mr. Wallace.The silence from the other line went on forever, and I almost. Almost ended the damn call.Mr. Wallace didn’t have something to say? Oh no, that’s not the dad I knew. He always has something to say at any given time. No matter what.Something is wrong. Probably at stake. Or a bad day?“I know I might have wronged you, but you’ve to listen to me. This is as important as life, Sunflower…”“Vionne,” I interrupted, “that’s my name. I’m sure you didn’t forget, huh?” I was quick to put him back on track. He probably forgot I was no longer his daughter, the one he manipulated and had always used all her life.And Sun… what? Why that name now? I know Mr. Wallace. He has been my Dad for twenty-three years. I know when he needs something. I know his every move.And most definitely, I know why he calls me Sunflower and the origin of that damn name.“My apology, but I need to speak to you pr
VIONNE’S POVThis was a disastrous morning. However, last night was hell and sweet.In one word: Hellsweet.Of course, DAREIN actually prepared a meal for me… How did it taste? Ummm, my stomach actually loved it. Although it wasn’t as sweet as what I wanted from him.And it was no joke, I did sleep in his room too. On the same bed. Sharing the same breath.But he didn’t touch me like he promised. No, he tortured me.“I thought you were going to touch me?” I had shamelessly asked when I joined him on the bed last night.Because I needed his touch over me. Each time he touches me, it does a lot to me. I can’t let go of the memories of our first night and how he touched me, pounded into me, and whispered cutely.His response? “You haven’t been a good girl, Vionne, so I won’t keep that promise.” He then planted a small kiss on my forehead, ruffling my hair.How annoying. Zayn was right anyways. Ninety-nine percent right about everything we discussed about Darien.*~~~~The sharp water fro
VIONNEDarien looked at me for a second. I looked away, then at Zayn. Genuinely confused.Confused, not furious. Not jealous. He’s supposed to be.For a moment, I forgot how to use my mouth. I knew the reason he was confused.“Excuse you?” Darien asked, his voice chill, but underneath it, I could sense rage.“You heard me right. I brought her the food she requested. You got a problem with that?” Zayn challenged, moving closer. He carried the tray in his hands with practiced ease.“Ohh... no.” I stuttered. “He doesn’t.” I was quick to say before Darien said anything.“Of course, Muffin.” A smile appeared on Zayn’s face, like he was trying to prove a point.Can you stop smiling, Zayn?! You should know your brother is deadly.My stomach churned. I pray this tension isn’t unto more hatred or flying punches.It was gonna be a nice, funny, dangerous view, though.Hahaha.Anyways, I could sense Darien vibrating with raw anger. His jaw ticked. His eyes were red.His eyes hadn’t left Zayn ever
VIONNE’S POV“Why don’t you quit being a shy girl and face Daddy?”I was still trying to make sense of this word when I noticed an awkward movement.Like he rose to his feet.Was I paranoid or did this man just actually stand up? Or is he finally leaving?I hope so. I pray so. I recommend so.My body trembled slightly and this made me realize it was already dried up. More like it didn’t even want me to grab a towel. It loves whatever has unfolded and is about to unfold.Meanwhile, my legs were still not ready to move. I can’t explain this, but believe me.In between my thoughts, I heard footsteps on the marble, sharp and unmistakable.Wait… what?“Don’t you try to come closer!” I shrieked in terror. “Can you just leave! I need privacy. Privacy, please.”“I’m privacy, Kitten,” he purred, nonchalantly, like it made any sense. I noticed he kept coming closer and closer. I could feel him.Rage mixed with fear and embarrassment boiled in me. Hot.Amidst that, my legs finally decided to r
Vionne's POV.Immediately he left, I let out an overwhelmed, hot breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding.With a small, frustrated, tired hiss, I plunged myself onto the bed, like a little child, probably thinking that would help me think like one. Because my brain was close to freezing point.My back touched the bed as I faced the high, beautiful white ceiling, mind blank. Not entirely.It didn’t take long for my sharp, annoying brain to come up with an idea. Of course, it clicked. I processed it. It made sense, and this made me flee from the bed.Idea number twelve. Probably fourteen. I had lost count. You might be wondering. Yes, I started writing down my ideas for escape ever since I realized things either get better or worse. Whichever.When I say escape, not from Darien Callahan entirely, but from this life to something bigger than where I was in my father’s company. Revenge sometimes is about changing yourself to what no one sees coming, and I was doing that secretly.Before I
Vionne 's Pov. One month. That’s how long it had been since Harrison walked out and I signed those divorce papers. A whole month of trying to breathe normally again. I tried to pick myself up every morning and act like I was okay. I told myself I didn’t need him. I told myself he wasn’t worth my
Vionne 's Pov. The elevator ride to his hotel room was quiet, filled with the kind of tension that pressed into my chest and made my heart beat faster. I could feel his eyes on me as we rose floor after floor. He didn’t touch me, but his presence filled the small space like smoke. Heavy. Warm. Dan
Vionne 's Pov. After signing those papers. I thought there would be some kind of relief, some kind of freedom in finally letting go of Harrison. But instead, I felt nothing. Just this numb weight sitting on my chest, pressing into my lungs, making it hard to breathe. It was past eight when I f
Vionne’s Pov. I stood at the edge of our bedroom, my arms crossed tightly over my chest as I watched him. My heart was pounding, but not the way it used to when I looked at him. Not with love or warmth or hope. This pounding felt heavy. Cold. Like every beat was trying to push the pain out of me.







